Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Visage,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.